As I keep looking at my calendar, I keep reminding myself that I have at least 3 weeks left of school (maybe even less). It’s a nice surprise, really. I can’t believe I’m finally graduating and entering a new stage in my life.
When I tell people I’m graduating, the usual responses are “Are you ready?” or “Are you excited?” Heck yeah, I’m excited! I’m more than excited. I feel like seniors I asked last year if they’re ready to graduate, most of them feel that pang of nostalgia where they’re afraid to let go of the laid-back atmosphere college has, and some even went on to graduate school to try to maintain that atmosphere (and get their masters). But I’m completely ready to work. I don’t want to have to deal with professors and homework anymore, though it’ll probably be the same when I land myself a job.
I remember when I started college back at Boston University, I went in as a biology major. Heh. I took chemistry 101 and I completely thought “oh my goodness, I can’t do this for the rest of my life.” My mom blames it on my laziness and the lack of effort of not trying, but I say that I found out that it wasn’t what I wanted to do. The more I got to know myself, the more I realized that I really love to read and to write, so I decided to major in English and honestly, I haven’t regretted or looked back since.
Although one question I always get from people when I tell them I’m an English major always irks me: “Do you want to become a teacher?” No. I don’t.
In any case, I’m doing what I love and I hope to convert that love to something that can someday help the world. I know I’m just a small being compared to this massive universe, but I believe that with one person can change the world’s outlook. Although, the problem with this is I have to believe that everyone else thinks that way, but I’m an optimist, so I’ll just keep believing that.
And with that, it’s time for me to get ready for class.